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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.