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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.