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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.