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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.