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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.