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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the dance 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.