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 Marshall Islands 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.