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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.