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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.