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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.