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 Ireland 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Niagra to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers 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?
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.