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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 synthesizer 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.