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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.