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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 10cc to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Neu!,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.