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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.