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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.