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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.