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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.