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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.