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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.