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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.