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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.