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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.