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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.