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 Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
June of 44,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Crime,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.