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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Pole,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Can,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.