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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.