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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.