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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.