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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 cv313 to the dance 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.