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 United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.