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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.