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 Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.