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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s.
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 Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.