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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Patti Smith 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.