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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Move to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.