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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Gichy Dan to the grunge 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.