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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.