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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.