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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.