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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
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The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.