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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.