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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.