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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.