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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
X-101,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Gong,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.