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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.