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 Ukraine 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.