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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.