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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Wire,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.