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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.