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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.