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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 The Monks to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.