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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
DNA,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.