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 Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Nico to the grime 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.