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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.