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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
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.