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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.