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 Benin and from Milan.
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 Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.