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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.