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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.