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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Franke,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.