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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.