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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.