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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
The Fall,
MC5,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.