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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.