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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.