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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.