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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.