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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo 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?
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.