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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.