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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.