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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.