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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Panda Bear to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
New Order,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.