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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Whodini,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.