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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Can,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Faust,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
CMW,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
PIL,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.