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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.