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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.