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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.