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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.