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 Belgium and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.