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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Aswad,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.