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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty 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?
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
the Human League,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.