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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.