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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.