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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.