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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Can,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.