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 Denmark 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.