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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.