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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.