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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.