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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.