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 Antigua 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Toasters to the rock 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.