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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.