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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Nico,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.