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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Derrick May to the techno 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Magma,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.