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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Nirvana to the techno 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.