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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.