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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.