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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.