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 Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.