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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Brick,
June Days,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.