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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.