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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.