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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Gong,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.