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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the jazz 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.