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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.