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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.