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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.