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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Ludus,
UT,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.