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 Germany and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.