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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Crime,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.