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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.