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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.