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 Liberia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.