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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.