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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.