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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the rock 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.