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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tehran and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Motions to the rock 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.