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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
UT,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.