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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wake to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.