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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.