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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.