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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
The Monks,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Pole,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.