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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.