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 Antigua 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.