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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.