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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Yaz,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.