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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers 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?
Faust,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.