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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.