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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.