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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.