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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.