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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.