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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Television,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.