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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.