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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Scion,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.