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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.