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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.