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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.