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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.