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 Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.