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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.