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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas 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?
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Skarface,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.