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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Goldenarms to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.