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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.