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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.