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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.