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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.