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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
The Motions,
UT,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.