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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lyon and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.