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 Burkina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Eddi Front 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Swans,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.