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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Swans,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.