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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 MC5 to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.