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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
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.