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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Swans,
This Heat,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Q65,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.