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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.