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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.