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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.