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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Chrome,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.