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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.