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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.