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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.