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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.