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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 MC5 to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.