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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Franke,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.