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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Erasure,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.