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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Pole to the grime 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.