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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Durutti Column to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.