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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Searchers to the funk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.