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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.