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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.