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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.