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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.