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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.