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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.