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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.