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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.