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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the grime 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.