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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.