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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
New Order,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.