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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 The Black Dice 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.