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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.