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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selecter to the rap 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
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 Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.