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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.