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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.