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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.