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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Organ,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.