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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.