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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.