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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Smog,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.