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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.