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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.