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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.