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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.