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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.