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 South Sudan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.