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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Whodini to the rap 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.