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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.