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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.