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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.