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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.