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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
UT,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.