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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.