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 Malta and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.