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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.