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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.