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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
UT,
Adolescents,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.