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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.