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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.