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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.