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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Magma,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.