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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.