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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.