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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Television,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Audionom,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.