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 Macedonia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
The Index,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Wire,
Can,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.