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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.