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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Television,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.