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 Haiti 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.