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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.