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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.