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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.