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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.