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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.