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 Mozambique and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.