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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.