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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.