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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.