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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Magma,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.