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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.