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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.