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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Magazine,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.