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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 the Sonics to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.