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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.