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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the punk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.