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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Skriet to the dance 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.