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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Sparks,
CMW,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.