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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.