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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.