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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.