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 Belarus 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.