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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Brick,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.