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 Angola and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.