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 San Marino 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.