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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.