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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike 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 grime 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.