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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Television,
DNA,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.