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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.