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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.