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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Skarface,
The Names,
Mars,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.