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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.