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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.