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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the rap 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.