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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.