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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.