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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 The Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum 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?
Main Source,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.