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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
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.