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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
UT,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.