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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.