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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gories to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
X-101,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
MC5,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.