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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Sonics to the rap 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Franke,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.