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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 snare 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.