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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.