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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.