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 Jordan and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Khruangbin 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Faust,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.