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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.