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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.