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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Visage,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.