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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.