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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.