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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Fire Engines to the grime 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.