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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.