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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.