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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.