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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Gladiators 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Index,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Maurizio,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.