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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.