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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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-101. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Faust,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.