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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.