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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.