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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.