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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Faust,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.