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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 808 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 Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.