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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.