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 Burkina 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.