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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Evens to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.