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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.