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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.