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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.