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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.