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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.