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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.