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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Grass Roots to the disco 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.