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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.