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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
UT,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.