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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.