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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Whodini,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.