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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.