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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Rekid,
MDC,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
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.