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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.