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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.