Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.