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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.