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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.