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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.