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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
ABC,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.