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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama 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?
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.