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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.