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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.