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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.