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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Model 500,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.