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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Monolake to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.