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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.