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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Severed Heads to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Amazonics,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.