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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.