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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Nico 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.