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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.