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 Hungary 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.