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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.