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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.