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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.