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 North and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys 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?
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.