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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.