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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
the Association,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.