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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.