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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Fugs to the grime 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.