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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.