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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.