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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.