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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.