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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.