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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the rap 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.