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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.