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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.