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 Ukraine 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.