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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the punk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
This Heat,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.