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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.