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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.