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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.