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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.