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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.