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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.