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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.