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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.