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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.