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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.