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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.