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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.