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 Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.