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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.