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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Brand Nubian 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.