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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.