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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.