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 Brunei and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the funk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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?
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.