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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Index,
The Techniques,
10cc,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.