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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.