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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.