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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Techniques to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.