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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.