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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.