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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 clarinet 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Gong,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.