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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.