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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Little Man,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.