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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 Holger Czukay 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 punk 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 Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.