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 Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.