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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.