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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Fifty Foot Hose 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Television,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.