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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Masters at Work to the punk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.