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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Roxette,
MC5,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.