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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.