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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.