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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.