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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.