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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Crime,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.