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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Swans,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.