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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.