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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Victims to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.