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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.