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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.