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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the crunk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.