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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the jazz 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.