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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.