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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.