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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.