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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.