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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.