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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.