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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.