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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Symarip,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.