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 Ecuador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.