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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.