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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.