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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.