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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.