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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.