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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.