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 Latvia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.