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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.