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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.