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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 organ 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.