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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.