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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.