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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.