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 Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
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.