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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Slits 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.