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 Uzbekistan 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.