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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.