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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 Black Flag 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.