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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Index,
Mandrill,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.