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 Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.