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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
AZ,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.