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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola 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?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.