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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Pop Group 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.