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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
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 ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.