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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.