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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.