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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.