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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.