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 Serbia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Monks to the techno 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.