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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.