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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '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 Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.