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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Ten City,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.