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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
June Days,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.