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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.