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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.