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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.