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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.