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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.