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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.