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 Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.