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 Honduras 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.