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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smiths to the dance 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
The Wake,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.