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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.