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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.