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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.