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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.