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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
The Move,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.