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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.