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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.