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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
New Order,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.