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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Jacques Brel 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.