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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.