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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.