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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Echospace,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.