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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Can to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
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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.