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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.