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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Can,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.