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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
New Order,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.