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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 harpsichord 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.