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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Faust,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.