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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
The Index,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.