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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Residents to the funk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
CMW,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.