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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.