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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.