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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.