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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.