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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.