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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.