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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
AZ,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.