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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.