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 Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.