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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Pantaleimon 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Faust,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.