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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.