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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.