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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Brick,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Visage,
Nico,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.