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 Malta and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.