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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.