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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.