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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 The Sound 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.