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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.