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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.