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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.