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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.