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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.