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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.