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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.