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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Index,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.