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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.