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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.