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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.