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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.