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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Henry Cow 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.