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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
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.