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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.