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 Luxembourg and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.