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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.