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 Somalia 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 Stockholm and Seoul.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.