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 China and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.