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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.