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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.