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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.