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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
the Association,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.