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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Deakin,
The Move,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.