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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.