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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.