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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.