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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.