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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.