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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.