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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.