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 Mauritius 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.