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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.