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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.