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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Standells to the techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.