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 East Timor and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Swans to the grunge 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
the Normal,
Faust,
Oneida,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.