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 Mali 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.