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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.