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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Boredoms,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.