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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.