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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.