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 Antigua 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Can,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.