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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Crime,
Brick,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.