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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Wire,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.