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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.